A Toxic Fate [Tyrian Callows Origin Story]

Chapter 1

Whip
Whip
Whip
That sound, that horrid, deafening crack as he drives us back to our cages.

I was only five when my village was destroyed by humans, labeling themselves as righteous "huntsmen". How righteous, is it really, to take a life? How galant is it to rid of a town merely because of its civilian's culture? We were "dangerous" faunus, but doesn't everyone have the ability deep down to be dangerous? Don't we all bear the fire in our hearts that sparks the ability to slay another being? Rich, poor, human, faunus, we are deadly.

Being blind, I don't remember much. Only the sand slowly burying my small, bare feet as I tried to run. My mother and father were lethal, a centipede and a crocodile. Yet, even they succumbed to the humans. I felt the warm blood of my father drip upon me and heard the high pitched screams of my mother as she fought to escape. My tail flicked behind me, stabbing anyone indiscriminately who came too close. Whether they were my neighbors fleeing along side me or the huntsmen chasing us away, it did not matter. My trait, an auburn scorpion tail, was all that kept me alive.